I am completely guilty of being a first class offense people watcher. By this, I mean I unfortunately enjoy offering my quick two-cents to people I observe doing silly things. I would like to take this moment to formally apologize to anyone touched by the harshness of my offhanded commentaries.
This past Sunday and Monday, University students hosted Sleepout for the Homeless — an annual event where participants get a sampling of what it is like to sleep without basic necessities we take for granted, such as a rooftop, running water and access to sanitary bathrooms.
For some reason I will always associate it with the way it made me feel as a kid, clomping into school in my itchy, too-stiff back to school clothes, carefully cutting pumpkins out of bright orange construction paper that smelled like cardboard and using my dirty fingers to stick them on the bulletin boards of my classroom.
I’ve recently tried to break my terrible habit of arriving everywhere 15 minutes late — or, as I’ve grown to affectionately call it, Indian Standard Time.
Fact of life: the Freshman 15 is a myth. I actually do not believe it’s humanly possible to gain weight while eating at the dining hall unless you live on fries alone.
The self-decribed narcissist meets another match.
1. “Fraternity parties are so much better when you’re older.” You’d be lying if you told me that being able to walk past a line of anxious first years waiting to get into a fraternity and straight through the door wasn’t the most invigorating thing since realizing Dunkin Donuts delivered.
There are currently 79 exchange students enrolled at the University. Of those 79, 17 of them will be here for the full academic year. Exchange students come from all over the world from institutions the University has exchange agreements with and enroll in both undergraduate and graduate schools.
While numerous University students accepted internships in a wide range of fields this past summer, most did not learn how to sharpen machetes on their first day.
Three weeks ago, U.Va. Today’s front page read “U.Va.’s Largest Entering Class Boasts Intellectual Firepower, Diversity.” Key word: boasts.
There is one dictating force in this universe that towers above all others, dwarfing them in its gargantuan shadow: money.
On the Saturday of our opening football game against BYU, I was among those fleeing for their lives from the menacing clouds over Scott Stadium.
This is the dream: to have Jessica Alba’s body, Kate Middleton’s poise, Jennifer Lawrence’s cool factor and no quality remotely traceable to Michael Cera.
My two years at the University of Virginia have proven some of the best memories are made in the presence of a toilet. Ladies, you know as well as I do we can’t go to the bathroom alone.
The time crunch has begun and the pressure is on. Scrolling daily through the infinite amount of study abroad options, I have examined the same online program brochures countless times.
I live in a beautiful brick house on Wertland Street — a house you or a friend probably once mistook as a fraternity satellite house, or maybe just the house with the bushes where your red cup landed during block party.
“I just wanna hook up with him and get it over with, you know? I need to move on with my life.” I snorted and shook my head as I stirred my Cheerios, slowly taking in what my refreshingly blunt hall mate, “Stephanie,” was telling me.
As I sat smiling in my car, watching a guy holding a bouquet of flowers cross the street, I began to think about how strange flowers are as a symbol of love. Now before I elaborate upon this thought, let me make a few disclaimers.
After a tiring Thursday packed with classes, a Queer Students Union meeting homework, third-year College student Jomar Figueroa and second-year College student Connor Roessler had one last important task: prep.
Second-year College student still can’t tell his kids “How I Met Your Mother.” This couple’s Crozet Pizza date was pretty one-sided.
